Seducing Nyota 4/4
Title: Seducing Nyota
Rating: Mature for sexual content
Summary: From the moment they met, Uhura was pulled under Spock's seductive spell. She just did not know it.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all associated characters are not mine.
A/N: A response to the following ST:XI HET Kink Meme request:
Ok so there are a billion Spock/Uhura, where Spock is nervous because he hasn't done it before but how about the other way around? Uhura is the virgin, and it turns out Spock is something of a sex god due to extensive research in his Academy days on willing participants. Sex is a logical bitch, and Spock is king of logic.
Why did it have to take six tries before LJ cut worked properly??
Engulfment
“Isn’t she magnificent?” Nyota leaned forward to examine the bust of a noblewoman who lived thousands of years ago. “Look at the detailing on her jewellery.”
“The society that sculpted her was renowned for their metal and stone works,” Spock added as they moved to another sculpture, this one, a nude male.
They had wakened early but remained in bed sharing light conversation and lingering touches. Afterwards, they ate breakfast, climbed aboard Spock’s rented hoverbike and headed into the nearest village. Having meandered from one cobblestoned street to another, they decided to visit the only museum in the area. Small and compact, it specialised in artefacts discovered within the village itself and buried under the surrounding desert sands.
“Are we fated to go the way of so many ancient civilisations, forgotten, buried, barely understood. Or will we be like the Romans, memorialised in the pages of history. My grandmother always believed that everything has its time and then it is no more.”
“An interesting supposition, Nyota, but I would like to think that what our forefathers created by founding the Federation will endure centuries after we are gone.”
They continued their discussion on the nature of society, history and the future until they reached the gift shop whereupon Nyota decided to purchase a bronze and lapis replica of a necklace carved into one of the stone busts.
Spock stood back and watched her secure the bronze strands in front of an oval countertop mirror. He admired the way they contrasted against her skin. Today she wore dark shorts and a white top, simple, yet it drew attention to all her natural charms. On one level, she seemed aware of her attractiveness, although he suspected she did not grasp its full extent. Something he discerned almost from the moment he laid eyes on her.
Yesterday, he had taken a calculated risk and confessed to wanting her sexually at first sight. How would she react if she knew he had spent the summer afterward devising a plan to seduce her? He realised early on, he wanted her heart and soul, which would require time, effort and unconventionality. For almost two years, he used their every discussion, argument, critique and observation to get her attention, pushing her intellectual boundaries. He made sure she was never bored in his company, not even when the mundane was involved. In return, he watched her blossom into her full academic potential, a sort of foreplay that stoked his mind and baser instincts. It had been an audacious plan with numerous variables that could have skewed the outcome into an unfavourable result.
Nyota thanked the saleswoman then turned to face him with a radiant smile that faltered and vanished as her eyes collided with his. Concerned, Spock walked to her, meeting halfway between their previous positions.
“Are you unwell?”
She nodded, a smaller, shy smile now tugging at the edges. “I think we’ve had enough sightseeing for the day.”
Spock frowned. They had planned to stay in the village well into the evening. “You will miss the... ” How could he have overlooked the signs? They were right there within the darkening of her sable eyes and the subtle tremor in her hands. “I believe you are correct,” he murmured.
Spock clasped his hands behind his back, resisting the urge to kiss Nyota in such a crowded place. The desire that simmered beneath the surface since he woke roared to life with a raw urgency he had never experienced. He spun on his heel, his rapid strides taking him to the exit. He did not look back because he knew she followed.
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Uhura climbed on to the black and silver hoverbike and wrapped her arms securely around Spock’s tense midsection. She rested her chin atop his shoulders and sighed. Ever since she woke in his arms this morning, she had been fighting her need to have him. It did not help her situation that they had lain side by side, his fingers grazing her arms with nonsense patterns. As she stood affixing her new necklace, she had felt his intent eyes boring into her back, igniting her longing for him. Wanting to push it aside, she had pasted on her brightest smile and looked at him, only to have it crumble under the full onslaught of his scrutiny. There would be no more waiting, she had to have him.
Lost in her hunger, musings and the feel of Spock, Uhura missed much of their silent journey back to the cabin. For her it was blur of sand, rocks and suddenly sunless skies.
Scarcely indoors, Spock’s arms snaked around Uhura, his eager mouth on hers. She opened up, accepting the swift thrust of his tongue. And what a wicked tongue it was. But she knew that. She had experienced the special joy of having it torment her body until she hollered his name.
He retreated and she pressed into him, following his mouth with her own. She needed more of him-more of his kisses, more his touches and definitely more of him in general. Her fingers tugged at his linen shirt, struggling until she felt naked skin. So hot. He was so hot. He made her melt with blazing desire. To think she had spent the whole day denying herself.
Spock backed her into the wall. His hands gripped her face, ending their kiss. “I take it, you are finally ready.”
Stunned she stared at him. “You were waiting for me to make the first move? I was wondering why you didn’t jump my bones this morning.”
Spock kissed her forehead and then chastely brushed his lips at the side of her mouth. “This weekend has been about you, Nyota, your readiness, your wants.”
Her remaining doubts about loving him dissipated as she smiled and said, “Well then, kiss me.”
Spock lips were on hers once again while his hands busied themselves with unbuttoning her blouse. The front hook of her bra snapped open just as swirl of humid air blew through the cabin, sizzling against her overheated skin. If she thought, there would be relief none came because Spock’s mouth began a delicious path across her jaw then down her neck. God, she wanted his hands doing more than caressing her breasts.
“Touch me, please.” Was that her voice, sounding so desperate?
Darkness descended as the rest of the afternoon light faded, dark storm clouds rolling over the desert. A flash of lightening tore across the sky, and Uhura cried out from the feel of Spock elegant fingers at her inflamed pussy. Apparently, she was so drugged on passion she had missed him unzipping her shorts.
Skilled fingers stroked her nether lips, teasing her entrance. Two pushed inward, caressing her inner walls. “You are so wet and tight and hot where it matters most.”
Another finger eased into her. Each one working to stretch her while pushing her to new levels of want. A thumb massaged her swollen clitoris and an electric buzz raced from her groin to every excited nerve ending. Uhura’s knees grew weak, her whole self focused on riding that merciless hand plying her so brilliantly.
Spock leaned closer, warm breath at her ear. “It is gratifying to touch you in this manner.” He added a fourth finger, hitting her sweet spot. “Such immense pleasure gained from each slide within you. Stimulating. Are you stimulated?”
Stimulated was too mild a word for the sensual assault he levelled on her. Horny like a bitch in heat was a more appropriate description. “I am.”
His fingers sped up. “Would you like me to replace my fingers with something...larger?”
For someone who valued long stretches of silence, he was rather talkative. Not that she was complaining. Those smoothly whispered words slammed through her, moving her closer to climax. “Yes, Spock, I want you so badly it hurts.”
“Let go. Let go and when you are finished I will grant your wish.”
Was that it? She had to come for him to make love to her. Of course, she would oblige. With his voice ringing in her mind, she felt a door fling open, toppling her into a whirl of slow building bliss. He never let up. He kept at her, drawing out her pleasure until the very end.
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Somehow, amidst kisses and the shedding of their remaining clothes, they made it to the bedroom, falling on to the bed in a tangle of limbs. Outside the skies had opened up, letting loose a deluge of rain and thunder. Uhura shuddered at nature’s ferocity and her own acute ache. That orgasm Spock had given her hardly dulled the desire for him.
Placing her lips on his damp skin, she nibbled upward until she could dip her tongue into the space where shoulder and neck met. Trailing her hands along his thighs to his ass, she grazed the firm globes with sharp nails. Her reward was an unsteady groan, the sound coming from deep within his chest. He rubbed against her, his rigid cock sliding sinfully against her wetness.
Spock gave her a long fierce kiss and then sat back. “You have never been more alluring, captivating innocence and feral lust all for me.”
Uhura allowed her gaze to meet Spock’s hungry eyes then swept them down his tightly wound body. He thought her alluring, but as she looked, observing the decidedly naughty way in which he now caressed his jutting cock, she imagined him as a Vulcan lust god. Right now, she felt like a supplicant about to be divinely ravished.
“Love me,” she said into the lightening bright room.
He tapped his shaft on her clit and then dragged it against her drenched slit. “Always, k’diwa,” he replied and then he pushing that hot flesh into her.
A second of almost pain speared Uhura, the burn of her body stretching to take just the head of his penis. She sighed, amazed at the fullness, taking root within her. Spock added more of himself and this time a heavy curl of lust pulled a moan from her. She lifted her hips to encourage him. Spock withdrew and this time when he thrust into her, it was not as gentle or shallow.
She gasped and flinched. Pleasure riding on top of pain assailed her as he pushed through her barrier, seating himself deep within her slick channel.
Spock clenched his jaw and held still. “Am I hurting you?”
Uhura wiggled her hips, relaxing her tense muscles, and unbelievably he sank deeper. So, this is what being impaled felt like. She loved it. “Not anymore.”
“Excellent,” Spock said, giving her a small, predatory half-smile that rendered her speechless. “You feel exquisite wrapped around me. I do not care to stop.”
Desire rippled low in her belly and her pussy convulsed, which Spock took as his cue to start moving. He surged into her with measured strokes that drew mewling sounds from her. Restless yearning crawled up her back, spilling out onto her skin. Her hips met his every shove and she rejoiced in the intimacy of their coming together. Uhura’s hand fisted in Spock’s hair as she pulled him closer for a passionate kiss that curled her toes.
“So fucking good, don’t ever stop.” Her whispered words shocked her, although it seemed to have a positive effect on Spock because the pace of his momentum picked-up, driving harder into her.
Thunder shattered the sound of their frantic breathing and heavy winds slashed at the windows, howling their way into the cabin. Yet none of it mattered to Uhura as the tempest that Spock created within her was so much more potent. It demanded all of her attention, working its delirious ecstasy throughout her body and mind.
She flung her head, locking her legs around his lower back, and then he did something with his hips, making her swear she could see space behind her eyelids. Uhura writhed under him, shameless in the vicious pleasure that she gained from his expert fucking. She opened her eyes and looked at his face and what she saw clenched her heart. The intense fevered arousal that she had seen on him was still there but now there was more. He looked down at her as if there was no better or beautiful place to be than wedged deep inside her pussy.
Still holding her gaze, he said, “Want to feel you, Ms. Uhura. Want to feel you release around my cock.”
She wasn’t sure which it was, his eyes, his calling her Ms. Uhura or the unexpected word cock on Spock’s lips. Perhaps it was a combination of all three; either way, she felt a sharp stab of lust that took control of her senses. It blinded her in throbbing sensations that had her coming on Spock’s now motionless dick. Dear lord, was it right that he could command her desires so brutally? She did not want to ponder the question right now. It was so much better to focus on the hedonism of having her body quake around that unyielding flesh that touched the entrance of her womb.
Spock licked her parched lips. “Spectacular.”
The last of her tremors subsided and he was bearing down on her. He pushed hard against her, pounding into her with a voracious aggression that spoke volumes to how much he had held back. Vulcan strength, not something she had considered. Yet, here it was beating at her with sheer abandon. She reached back and grasped the headboard, needing something stable to hold.
Hands sought and found her tight nipples, pinching hard. The same hands toyed with her clit. Fingers dug into her hips and teeth grazed then bit at her shoulders. Uhura learned another thing about herself in these moments: she liked it rough.
Pure elation took hold of her, spiralling molten delight from all over her body and dumping it where they joined. She floated in a place of rapture that grew brighter with each entrance Spock made. The way he breathed and said her name repeatedly signalled his impending crisis. She removed her legs from his back and rested her feet on the bed. It allowed her more leverage to push up into his powerful plunge. The pressure built within her skin as if she were too small to contain such pleasure. She screamed and it brought her only a fraction of relief.
Spock rested his forehead at hers and she sensed the rapturous climax about to consume him. When it did in a scalding splashes of cum, she jerked upward and that mounting pressure contracted then exploded, dragging her from brilliant white to the darkness of blessed nothingness.
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Spock eased out of Nyota’s tight sheath and rolled to his side, keeping her in his arms. He placed a light kiss on her sweat soaked brow and gazed down at her with male pride. She breathed evenly and instinctively cuddled closer into him. Other than that, she was silent. His vivacious Nyota had passed out from the intensity of her last orgasm. It was something he would cherish for the rest of his life. Actually, this whole three-day weekend would hold a special place among his memories.
She had given herself to him with such enthusiasm. He intended to make it up to her for as long as he could. He did not know what the future held; however, he hoped to share much of it with her. He stroked her back with comforting circles and looked out the window. The surprise afternoon storm still raged but there was less darkness. Soon it would clear, making room for an early evening twilight. Contented, Spock closed his eyes. With the strong beat of Nyota’s heart, the rolling thunder and melodic winds, he drifted off into sleep.
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A/N:
As usual your comments are much appreciated. It is the only payment I get for writing this stuff.
Rating: Mature for sexual content
Summary: From the moment they met, Uhura was pulled under Spock's seductive spell. She just did not know it.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all associated characters are not mine.
A/N: A response to the following ST:XI HET Kink Meme request:
Ok so there are a billion Spock/Uhura, where Spock is nervous because he hasn't done it before but how about the other way around? Uhura is the virgin, and it turns out Spock is something of a sex god due to extensive research in his Academy days on willing participants. Sex is a logical bitch, and Spock is king of logic.
Why did it have to take six tries before LJ cut worked properly??
Engulfment
“Isn’t she magnificent?” Nyota leaned forward to examine the bust of a noblewoman who lived thousands of years ago. “Look at the detailing on her jewellery.”
“The society that sculpted her was renowned for their metal and stone works,” Spock added as they moved to another sculpture, this one, a nude male.
They had wakened early but remained in bed sharing light conversation and lingering touches. Afterwards, they ate breakfast, climbed aboard Spock’s rented hoverbike and headed into the nearest village. Having meandered from one cobblestoned street to another, they decided to visit the only museum in the area. Small and compact, it specialised in artefacts discovered within the village itself and buried under the surrounding desert sands.
“Are we fated to go the way of so many ancient civilisations, forgotten, buried, barely understood. Or will we be like the Romans, memorialised in the pages of history. My grandmother always believed that everything has its time and then it is no more.”
“An interesting supposition, Nyota, but I would like to think that what our forefathers created by founding the Federation will endure centuries after we are gone.”
They continued their discussion on the nature of society, history and the future until they reached the gift shop whereupon Nyota decided to purchase a bronze and lapis replica of a necklace carved into one of the stone busts.
Spock stood back and watched her secure the bronze strands in front of an oval countertop mirror. He admired the way they contrasted against her skin. Today she wore dark shorts and a white top, simple, yet it drew attention to all her natural charms. On one level, she seemed aware of her attractiveness, although he suspected she did not grasp its full extent. Something he discerned almost from the moment he laid eyes on her.
Yesterday, he had taken a calculated risk and confessed to wanting her sexually at first sight. How would she react if she knew he had spent the summer afterward devising a plan to seduce her? He realised early on, he wanted her heart and soul, which would require time, effort and unconventionality. For almost two years, he used their every discussion, argument, critique and observation to get her attention, pushing her intellectual boundaries. He made sure she was never bored in his company, not even when the mundane was involved. In return, he watched her blossom into her full academic potential, a sort of foreplay that stoked his mind and baser instincts. It had been an audacious plan with numerous variables that could have skewed the outcome into an unfavourable result.
Nyota thanked the saleswoman then turned to face him with a radiant smile that faltered and vanished as her eyes collided with his. Concerned, Spock walked to her, meeting halfway between their previous positions.
“Are you unwell?”
She nodded, a smaller, shy smile now tugging at the edges. “I think we’ve had enough sightseeing for the day.”
Spock frowned. They had planned to stay in the village well into the evening. “You will miss the... ” How could he have overlooked the signs? They were right there within the darkening of her sable eyes and the subtle tremor in her hands. “I believe you are correct,” he murmured.
Spock clasped his hands behind his back, resisting the urge to kiss Nyota in such a crowded place. The desire that simmered beneath the surface since he woke roared to life with a raw urgency he had never experienced. He spun on his heel, his rapid strides taking him to the exit. He did not look back because he knew she followed.
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Uhura climbed on to the black and silver hoverbike and wrapped her arms securely around Spock’s tense midsection. She rested her chin atop his shoulders and sighed. Ever since she woke in his arms this morning, she had been fighting her need to have him. It did not help her situation that they had lain side by side, his fingers grazing her arms with nonsense patterns. As she stood affixing her new necklace, she had felt his intent eyes boring into her back, igniting her longing for him. Wanting to push it aside, she had pasted on her brightest smile and looked at him, only to have it crumble under the full onslaught of his scrutiny. There would be no more waiting, she had to have him.
Lost in her hunger, musings and the feel of Spock, Uhura missed much of their silent journey back to the cabin. For her it was blur of sand, rocks and suddenly sunless skies.
Scarcely indoors, Spock’s arms snaked around Uhura, his eager mouth on hers. She opened up, accepting the swift thrust of his tongue. And what a wicked tongue it was. But she knew that. She had experienced the special joy of having it torment her body until she hollered his name.
He retreated and she pressed into him, following his mouth with her own. She needed more of him-more of his kisses, more his touches and definitely more of him in general. Her fingers tugged at his linen shirt, struggling until she felt naked skin. So hot. He was so hot. He made her melt with blazing desire. To think she had spent the whole day denying herself.
Spock backed her into the wall. His hands gripped her face, ending their kiss. “I take it, you are finally ready.”
Stunned she stared at him. “You were waiting for me to make the first move? I was wondering why you didn’t jump my bones this morning.”
Spock kissed her forehead and then chastely brushed his lips at the side of her mouth. “This weekend has been about you, Nyota, your readiness, your wants.”
Her remaining doubts about loving him dissipated as she smiled and said, “Well then, kiss me.”
Spock lips were on hers once again while his hands busied themselves with unbuttoning her blouse. The front hook of her bra snapped open just as swirl of humid air blew through the cabin, sizzling against her overheated skin. If she thought, there would be relief none came because Spock’s mouth began a delicious path across her jaw then down her neck. God, she wanted his hands doing more than caressing her breasts.
“Touch me, please.” Was that her voice, sounding so desperate?
Darkness descended as the rest of the afternoon light faded, dark storm clouds rolling over the desert. A flash of lightening tore across the sky, and Uhura cried out from the feel of Spock elegant fingers at her inflamed pussy. Apparently, she was so drugged on passion she had missed him unzipping her shorts.
Skilled fingers stroked her nether lips, teasing her entrance. Two pushed inward, caressing her inner walls. “You are so wet and tight and hot where it matters most.”
Another finger eased into her. Each one working to stretch her while pushing her to new levels of want. A thumb massaged her swollen clitoris and an electric buzz raced from her groin to every excited nerve ending. Uhura’s knees grew weak, her whole self focused on riding that merciless hand plying her so brilliantly.
Spock leaned closer, warm breath at her ear. “It is gratifying to touch you in this manner.” He added a fourth finger, hitting her sweet spot. “Such immense pleasure gained from each slide within you. Stimulating. Are you stimulated?”
Stimulated was too mild a word for the sensual assault he levelled on her. Horny like a bitch in heat was a more appropriate description. “I am.”
His fingers sped up. “Would you like me to replace my fingers with something...larger?”
For someone who valued long stretches of silence, he was rather talkative. Not that she was complaining. Those smoothly whispered words slammed through her, moving her closer to climax. “Yes, Spock, I want you so badly it hurts.”
“Let go. Let go and when you are finished I will grant your wish.”
Was that it? She had to come for him to make love to her. Of course, she would oblige. With his voice ringing in her mind, she felt a door fling open, toppling her into a whirl of slow building bliss. He never let up. He kept at her, drawing out her pleasure until the very end.
***************
Somehow, amidst kisses and the shedding of their remaining clothes, they made it to the bedroom, falling on to the bed in a tangle of limbs. Outside the skies had opened up, letting loose a deluge of rain and thunder. Uhura shuddered at nature’s ferocity and her own acute ache. That orgasm Spock had given her hardly dulled the desire for him.
Placing her lips on his damp skin, she nibbled upward until she could dip her tongue into the space where shoulder and neck met. Trailing her hands along his thighs to his ass, she grazed the firm globes with sharp nails. Her reward was an unsteady groan, the sound coming from deep within his chest. He rubbed against her, his rigid cock sliding sinfully against her wetness.
Spock gave her a long fierce kiss and then sat back. “You have never been more alluring, captivating innocence and feral lust all for me.”
Uhura allowed her gaze to meet Spock’s hungry eyes then swept them down his tightly wound body. He thought her alluring, but as she looked, observing the decidedly naughty way in which he now caressed his jutting cock, she imagined him as a Vulcan lust god. Right now, she felt like a supplicant about to be divinely ravished.
“Love me,” she said into the lightening bright room.
He tapped his shaft on her clit and then dragged it against her drenched slit. “Always, k’diwa,” he replied and then he pushing that hot flesh into her.
A second of almost pain speared Uhura, the burn of her body stretching to take just the head of his penis. She sighed, amazed at the fullness, taking root within her. Spock added more of himself and this time a heavy curl of lust pulled a moan from her. She lifted her hips to encourage him. Spock withdrew and this time when he thrust into her, it was not as gentle or shallow.
She gasped and flinched. Pleasure riding on top of pain assailed her as he pushed through her barrier, seating himself deep within her slick channel.
Spock clenched his jaw and held still. “Am I hurting you?”
Uhura wiggled her hips, relaxing her tense muscles, and unbelievably he sank deeper. So, this is what being impaled felt like. She loved it. “Not anymore.”
“Excellent,” Spock said, giving her a small, predatory half-smile that rendered her speechless. “You feel exquisite wrapped around me. I do not care to stop.”
Desire rippled low in her belly and her pussy convulsed, which Spock took as his cue to start moving. He surged into her with measured strokes that drew mewling sounds from her. Restless yearning crawled up her back, spilling out onto her skin. Her hips met his every shove and she rejoiced in the intimacy of their coming together. Uhura’s hand fisted in Spock’s hair as she pulled him closer for a passionate kiss that curled her toes.
“So fucking good, don’t ever stop.” Her whispered words shocked her, although it seemed to have a positive effect on Spock because the pace of his momentum picked-up, driving harder into her.
Thunder shattered the sound of their frantic breathing and heavy winds slashed at the windows, howling their way into the cabin. Yet none of it mattered to Uhura as the tempest that Spock created within her was so much more potent. It demanded all of her attention, working its delirious ecstasy throughout her body and mind.
She flung her head, locking her legs around his lower back, and then he did something with his hips, making her swear she could see space behind her eyelids. Uhura writhed under him, shameless in the vicious pleasure that she gained from his expert fucking. She opened her eyes and looked at his face and what she saw clenched her heart. The intense fevered arousal that she had seen on him was still there but now there was more. He looked down at her as if there was no better or beautiful place to be than wedged deep inside her pussy.
Still holding her gaze, he said, “Want to feel you, Ms. Uhura. Want to feel you release around my cock.”
She wasn’t sure which it was, his eyes, his calling her Ms. Uhura or the unexpected word cock on Spock’s lips. Perhaps it was a combination of all three; either way, she felt a sharp stab of lust that took control of her senses. It blinded her in throbbing sensations that had her coming on Spock’s now motionless dick. Dear lord, was it right that he could command her desires so brutally? She did not want to ponder the question right now. It was so much better to focus on the hedonism of having her body quake around that unyielding flesh that touched the entrance of her womb.
Spock licked her parched lips. “Spectacular.”
The last of her tremors subsided and he was bearing down on her. He pushed hard against her, pounding into her with a voracious aggression that spoke volumes to how much he had held back. Vulcan strength, not something she had considered. Yet, here it was beating at her with sheer abandon. She reached back and grasped the headboard, needing something stable to hold.
Hands sought and found her tight nipples, pinching hard. The same hands toyed with her clit. Fingers dug into her hips and teeth grazed then bit at her shoulders. Uhura learned another thing about herself in these moments: she liked it rough.
Pure elation took hold of her, spiralling molten delight from all over her body and dumping it where they joined. She floated in a place of rapture that grew brighter with each entrance Spock made. The way he breathed and said her name repeatedly signalled his impending crisis. She removed her legs from his back and rested her feet on the bed. It allowed her more leverage to push up into his powerful plunge. The pressure built within her skin as if she were too small to contain such pleasure. She screamed and it brought her only a fraction of relief.
Spock rested his forehead at hers and she sensed the rapturous climax about to consume him. When it did in a scalding splashes of cum, she jerked upward and that mounting pressure contracted then exploded, dragging her from brilliant white to the darkness of blessed nothingness.
************
Spock eased out of Nyota’s tight sheath and rolled to his side, keeping her in his arms. He placed a light kiss on her sweat soaked brow and gazed down at her with male pride. She breathed evenly and instinctively cuddled closer into him. Other than that, she was silent. His vivacious Nyota had passed out from the intensity of her last orgasm. It was something he would cherish for the rest of his life. Actually, this whole three-day weekend would hold a special place among his memories.
She had given herself to him with such enthusiasm. He intended to make it up to her for as long as he could. He did not know what the future held; however, he hoped to share much of it with her. He stroked her back with comforting circles and looked out the window. The surprise afternoon storm still raged but there was less darkness. Soon it would clear, making room for an early evening twilight. Contented, Spock closed his eyes. With the strong beat of Nyota’s heart, the rolling thunder and melodic winds, he drifted off into sleep.
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A/N:
As usual your comments are much appreciated. It is the only payment I get for writing this stuff.